Law & Order: Special Victims Unit

Male narrator: In the criminal justice system,

sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous.

In New York City, the dedicated detectives

who investigate these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Belle Donne.

- Hey, Rollins, sorry I'm late. - Hey.

- And who's this charming young man?

Sonny Carisi, ma'am.

- Oh, thank you for coming. Champagne?

- Yeah, sure. - Here you go.

- You can put that over there. - Okay.

Oh, Mom, it's still early.

But it's a special occasion,

and I do so love champagne, all those little bubbles.

Don't worry, I'm gonna have a diet cola after every glass.

Promise.

'Cause that works.

- I think it is so great that you've come here

to help Amanda with the baby.

- Well, I know that she wouldn't want to miss very much work,

not when there's a possibility of that sergeant's job.

- Mama. - Well, you told me

that Ms. Benson was promoted to lieutenant,

and that you were gonna... - Amanda would be great,

but the new sergeant is coming,

well, tomorrow, actually.

- Tomorrow? - Yeah.

Oh. Well, maybe that's for the best.

You can focus on being a mother.

Yeah.

Mr. Smith?

Well, hello.

You must be Savannah. - Hello.

Call me Anton.

Okay.

What a surprise.

For once, a girl who's prettier than her picture.

What are you drinking?

- Oh, don't you have a minibar in your room?

New York.

Everyone's in such a rush.

- I just like to get... comfortable.

Hey, Amanda,

your mom seemed really nice. - Doesn't she?

- Yeah. Having her here must be a relief.

- Mm-hmm. - Hey, did you like

the heated diaper wipes caddy thing I got you?

'Cause my sister, she swears by that.

- That was you? Ah.

That must be our new sergeant.

Dodds' oldest son, huh?

Wonder how he got this job.

- Privilege to meet you, Lieutenant.

My father speaks very highly of you.

- You too. We're lucky to have you.

- He's got plenty of experience, Anti-Crime, Crown Heights.

- Okay, Dad. - Before that, Special Forces.

He signed up out of college, right after 9/11.

Can't tell you how proud I am of this kid.

- Yeah, thanks, but I am new to special vics.

I know I have a lot to learn.

- It is... it's a whole different world here.

- Hey, Deputy Chief, sorry to interrupt.

- Detective Rollins, meet Sergeant Dodds.

- How are you? - Hi there.

- What's going on? - Just got a call.

Alessandra Bay, she's the lead violinist

for this group, Belle Donne,

was assaulted in her room last night at the Park Milano.

It's all right if I meet Fin and Carisi down there?

- Aren't you on desk duty, Detective?

- Yes, sir, but it's a four-star hotel.

- Rollins, how about you and Sergeant Dodds stay here,

hold down the fort.

- Better idea, take Mike with you.

- Yeah, no time like the present.

Okay then.

Son, sink or swim.

- The vic's name is Alessandra Bay.

The maid found her on the floor.

Hotel security called 911. EMTs are with her right now.

- Are we pulling security footage?

- And the key card logs. - You know what,

head of security here is an old friend of my dad's.

You can tell him Mike Dodds needs that footage ASAP.

It's taken care of.

If the vic's conscious,

I can take a statement before she goes to the ER.

It's called a disclosure.

How about we talk to her together, huh?

It was late.

I heard banging and yelling outside,

and when I opened the door,

he just charged in.

He was just out of his mind,

grabbing at me.

What happened next?

- I started screaming at him to stop.

And he, uh, he covered my mouth,

and he just pushed me to the ground.

God, I-I couldn't breathe.

- Let me get you some water. - No, no, no, don't.

There could be DNA.

Oh, okay.

Okay.

You okay, Ms. Bay?

- - Okay.

Can you tell me what happened next?

He...

He threw me to the floor...

Then he raped me,

and then I passed out.

- This man, can you describe him?

Yes.

Yes, I know him.

It was Anton.

His name is Anton Krasnikov.

He's... he's touring with us.

Anton Krasnikov?

- Yes? - NYPD.

You got here fast.

I just called 911.

My flute is missing. - Your flute?

$50,000 Miyazawa.

Someone ransacked my room while I slept.

My flute is gone.

Your flute, right, right.

- Tell you what, why don't you come down to the station.

We'll file a report.

Okay, Mr. Krasnikov,

we put out an APB on your lost flute to all pawn shops.

- Not lost. Stolen.

- Uh-huh. All right, let's retrace last night.

Now, you performed with a violin group, right?

Yes, Belle Donne, at Denali.

Great audience, thunderous ovation.

- And you brought your flute with you back to the hotel?

- Of course I did, straight to my room.

What happened after that?

- Went to the bar for a nightcap.

- With the ladies you performed with.

They stay in the same hotel?

Yes,

but they stick to themselves.

I met a... a fan.

- Fan. Fan got a name?

Uh, Savannah, maybe.

- Did Savannah come up to your room?

- Listen, I'm a happily married man.

Please, don't write this part down.

She came up for one more drink.

Okay, we get it.

Okay, what happened next?

- We had our drink from the minibar.

With the jet lag, I must have fallen asleep.

I woke up. She was gone.

So was my flute.

- And you stayed in your room all night?

You didn't see any women from the quartet?

- No, and I'm not sure what bearing this has on the matter.

Not even Alessandra Bay?

- Not even her. Why, did someone take her violin?

- She was assaulted. - Oh, my God. What happened?

- We think you know what happened.

What do you mean?

- Well, she told us that you were the one who attacked her.

- That's ridiculous. She's on a different floor.

- Oh, you know what floor she was on?

Well, we checked in together.

You didn't come back together?

You didn't go into her room and rape her?

- Rape her? That's impossible.

Why would someone like me need to rape anyone?

Do you know who I am?

I have 200 performances booked around the world

in the next year. I would never jeopardize that.

- I see. He's a celebrity.

How could he possibly rape anyone?

The guy is

an internationally-renowned flautist.

I mean, he was honored by the King of Sweden.

He's an ambassador for UN charities.

He's got no record, impeccable reputation.

- Rollins, do you remember your first case here?

It was the Italian diplomat.

- He just... I think if he were guilty, he'd be more guarded.

Just his whole affect doesn't exactly match the profile.

He may not fit the profile,

but that is his naked, Russian ass

pounding on Alessandra's door at 2:30 in the morning.

He stays 15 minutes,

then he wanders back out again, out of breath,

still naked as a jaybird.

You wanna watch?

- No, I'll take your word for it.

He is completely out of it.